I am lifted up by Her holy word. I sail on winds of intuition, blowing down from the mountains outside of town. I rise like a leaf and fall like a feather, carried along by Her will. I stray far from the lands I have known, trusting in Her guidance and Her magnanimity. Like a child, I am consumed with wonder. Like an old woman, I am free from fear. Up here, amongst the clouds and sunbeams, I am washed clean of doubt and iniquity. Her blessings are uncounted. Her blessings are freely given. Her blessings are ours. Come fly with me.
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